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[06:38 PM] Artyom Alexovich had taken a bullet. His new companion, Pavel, could have left him for dead there on the ground, surrounded by Nazis. Artyom expected it, honestly, expected the commie to just abandon him to save himself. After all, even though the enemy of one's enemy is one's friend, they were still supposed to be enemies, too, and Pavel didn't really need Artyom's help escaping after this point, did he?

But he didn't leave him. Pavel saw Artyom was down, and the shock and worry that flashed over his face startled Artyom. As did the Red coming close to wrap a strong arm around him, to heft Artyom to his feet, shooting or threatening Nazis with one arm as he steadily led Artyom to the trolley Pavel was clearly intending to hijack.

Despite his vision blurring and feeling out of breath, side stinging with pain, Artyom did the least he could do to help, covering their exit by shooting the coming Nazis behind them as Pavel started the trolley's engine and drove them out of there. But once Artyom no longer had anyone to shoot at, he just... slumped in his seat, groaning in pain, out of breath. Pavel cracked a few jokes, but every time he looked at Artyom, even when he flashed a friendly smile, his brow was furrowed with concern.

Eventually, somewhere in the tunnels- Artyom had no idea which station they'd just left and which they were going to, Nazi or otherwise- Pavel brought the trolley to a stop. Things had gone quiet in the tunnels behind them- if they were being pursued, well, their pursuers weren't going to get here any time soon. Artyom was actually feeling a bit better by then, but still, Pavel didn't hesitate to tug the ranger from the trolley, in order to sit him down and get under his clothes and body armor, to take a look at his wound- only to crack a joke about how it's a good thing Artyom was wearing that armor. He'd have a bruise and a nasty welt, certainly, but the armor stopped the bullet itself from penetrating. It'd simply knocked the wind out of the diminutive ranger, of which they were both clearly thankful.

Artyom breathes a sigh of relief at the good news, really not wanting to be downed by a bullet this early on in his (sidetracked) mission, but- but he still feels out of breath, shouldn't he have caught it by now? And Pavel's gloved hands and bare fingertips are still under his body armor, and way too warm, and Artyom squirms slightly, making a sort of weird noise, furrowing his brow.

[06:48 PM] Pavel Morozov feels like he's only just catching his breath, checking over his new friend, grinning and joking and making sure there's no blood-- but then his new pal makes a weird noise, and he pauses, hands still under his armor (ahhh, warmth! A good excuse to warm his fingers some more) as he asks, "Ahhh, priyatel, are you hurt somewhere else? Blin, well, we'll get you fixed up well enough to get out, I promise." He pats the guy's belly, friendly and smiling. "Wouldn't want my new friend to keel over someplace inconvenient, eh?"

[06:55 PM] Artyom Alexovich makes another, funnier noise at the pat to his belly, almost a weird squeak, and he squirms further- but he's not sure if he's trying to wriggle away, or wriggle into the other man's touch- wait... Artyom groans, Pavel's hand is just way too warm- everything is, he's feeling feverish all of a sudden, pale cheeks starting to go pink, and he bites his lip, groaning again, a bit more softly.

He has a feeling he knows what's happening- it's been happening to him for years now, he's usually good at hiding it or hermiting himself even, but- but right now- he's caught in enemy territory with a communist companion he's just met, in the middle of a mission, and that companion's hands under his body armor... this is probably the absolute worst time for this to be happening.

[06:58 PM] Pavel Morozov tilts his head, and imitates the little weird squeak, with a laugh. "What's that supposed to mean? Ahhh, come on, show me what hurts, chuvak, I promise you'll be fine as long as Pavel's here. One for all and all that, eh?"

[07:01 PM] Artyom Alexovich would laugh, really, because Pavel is an extremely charming and funny Red, but he's a little distracted at the moment, and he tries to push Pavel's hands away from him, his own trembling slightly, but he falters, his head falling back and Artyom melting slightly, a shudder going through his heating body. Yeah... yeah this is absolutely what's happening, and this is definitely the worst fucking time, why now?? Fuck, he should've been keeping a closer eye on the days passing by, how could he lose track... "Mmmnnggh..."

[07:05 PM] Pavel Morozov blinks, and-- huh-- his new friend is going pink and soft--

He pulls a hand away, and pulls the glove off to check the back of it against his friend's cheeks and forehead and neck, does he have a fever? before the other thing that it could be pops into his brain, and, oh, oh, his hands are all over his new friend, no wonder he's making funny noises. "Ahhh, shit," he says, and pulls back, "didn't realize, haha, fuck, what a time to go into heat. My poor friend! Ahhh, you going to be okay? You, uh, need anything?"

[07:09 PM] Artyom Alexovich groans again, moving his face against Pavel's hand as the other checks his temperature, nuzzling slightly because dammit, he can't help it, fuck. And then realization hits the Red, and Artyom's face goes redder, this time in embarrassment and shame, another shudder rattling through his body, gasping and whimpering as Pavel pulls his hands away.

"Mmnnrrgh..." Artyom makes a combination of an aroused and an irritated noise, pressing his thighs together, biting his lip again, the front of his pants growing tight.

[07:11 PM] Pavel Morozov is turning a little pink, too, damn, uh. "Haha, this sounds like the start of a bad barracks story, eh? So there I was, with this cute omega on my arm, escaping the Nazis-- eh? eh?" He laughs, awkwardly, and feels a little bad for that shiver... "Uh, do you want any, uh, help with that?"

[07:17 PM] Artyom Alexovich's frustration at his heat can't stop him from finally huffing a laugh at that joke, Pavel is way too charming, how the hell did the communists manage to get a hold of this one? But, God, he's still becoming more and more hideously aroused by the second, almost painfully so, his toes curling in his boots and legs held shut tight.

Pavel's suggestion, though, takes him by surprise, and he blinks a few times as he tries to focus his blurring eyes on Pavel's face, frowning slightly. "Ah..?"

[07:19 PM] Pavel Morozov breaks into a grin, and pats his bared hand against Artyom's face, friendly. "Well, you know, we can't get very far if you're writhing around thinking about your dick, yeah? I'm being altruistic, you see, offering to help. And it's very communist! A dick for everyone who needs one!"

[07:22 PM] Artyom Alexovich scoffs, and half-laughs, and also sits up a bit to give Pavel a playful one-handed shove at his lame joke, even if it did entertain him. Aaaand then he falls back again, propped up on his elbow, looking around- they're right next to the trolley and rails, stretches of barely-lit tunnel all around them. He groans again, wriggling his legs slightly, grinding his too-stiff cock against his own thighs slightly.

He doesn't give Pavel a real answer, instead looking a bit avoidant and bashful, but... but Pavel really does have a point, they don't have the time (or the supplies) to just sit here and wait his heat out, nor would Artyom even be able to be anything but a dead weight at best, or a 'COME AND GET US' blinking neon sign at worst. "Mrrggh..."

[07:24 PM] Pavel Morozov topples back, with a playful, "Oof! Such strength! Sukkaaa, how could I have ever thought you were injured?" and prods Artyom in the thigh with his boot. "We-- well, we'll manage either way, though, I promise, eh? I mean, probably." Assuming Artyom's turning him down, he climbs to his feet, and offers Artyom a hand, and asks, "Can you walk, priyatel?"

[07:42 PM] Artyom Alexovich hasn't exactly turned Pavel down, but- but he certainly hasn't accepted, either. He frowns as the hand is offered to him, and he takes it, trying to pull himself up... only for his legs to wobble and for Artyom to make an embarrassing noise and plop back down.

The attempt at getting up may or may not have spread out the scent of Artyom's heat, though, strong with pheromones. The ranger gives an irritated and aroused whine, looking terribly flustered and ashamed. God, he's going to get the two of them killed, isn't he? Either stuck out in the open at the rails, or his heat drawing every Nazi to their position if they push forward somehow.

[07:45 PM] Pavel Morozov huffs a laugh, and says, "Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak... I could try to carry you? Come on, hup hup, we can do this..." Even with the risks, Pavel apparently wants to help him out, though he visibly takes a couple deeper breaths, not even really noticing himself that something smells... really good...  as he leans down and tries to snake an arm around his friend's shoulders to hoist him upright. "Come on, friend, this is no place to take a rest."

[08:35 PM] Artyom Alexovich notices those breaths, and gulps nervously, only to be hoisted upright. He makes a slightly higher-pitched sound as he feels an irritating moistness in his rear, biting his lip again as he tries to stifle himself, struggles to keep himself together... Only to jam a hand against his groin, pressing his palm against his painfully hard cock, whimpering, and his other hand clutches at Pavel's jacket, Artyom breathing hard.

Artyom whines softly, looking up at his communist companion with such a sheepish and downright ashamed look on his face, an apology in his eyes even as he gives Pavel a pleading look. God, he feels so ashamed of himself, as he starts to give in... Pavel's so helpful, too helpful, Artyom will get them both killed like this, and Pavel still insists on taking Artyom with him, despite the danger his current state poses, as both a burden and a giveaway to their position should they try to avoid further enemies.

He's gone so long, hiding his status. A whole year with the rangers, not a single one of them knowing. At least back in exhibition, most people knew- maybe if he weren't the head-of-station's ward, he could've gotten gone unknown. But even there, no one bothered him about it. The pros and cons of being Alex's boy. But he'd gone so long without having to resort to such a thing, without anyone touch him, without it getting in the way of his duties- to fall apart now... But... Does he really have a choice?

[08:35 PM] Artyom Alexovich: ((dont have to reply i just finally finished the post and want to leave it here ))

[09:10 PM] Pavel Morozov murmurs, "Shh, shh, it's fine, eh, it, it'll be fine, at least this didn't happen while we were sneaking through the prison, right? Haha!" Here, poor guy, have a hug, and Pavel taking a deep, distracted breath, before bumping his cheek against Artyom's forehead, briefly. "Promise I'll shoot any nazis before they sniff you out, priyatel." He is clearly getting ready to help Artyom walk, humming the start of a marching song under his breath...

[09:26 PM] Artyom Alexovich gives a shaky gasp and a half-groan at the hug, at the contact, at Pavel's face briefly against his... only for it to be over, and his body craves more. He's unsteady on his feet, one hand still between his legs, pressed against his groin, against his aching cock. But even beside that, Artyom resists being pulled along, clutching at Pavel's jacket and pulling, trying to get his attention again, whining softly, his face redder than it should be just from heat-fever. "N-Nnh..."

[09:34 PM] Pavel Morozov hesitates at the tugs, and says, "Ahhh? What is it?" and turns towards his friend again. God, something smells nice, nothing ever smells nice down here but something smells nice...

He nudges his nose against his new friend's hair, unthinking, breathing in the smell of him-- which is mostly unwashed fearsweat and gunpowder and the dead bodies they waded through, escaping the nazis, gross, but still... really... comforting? Yeah...

[10:57 PM] Artyom Alexovich shivers at the closeness, as Pavel turns to him, noses at his hair, so close, so warm, even though Artyom feels like he's going to overheat. Plump, sweet-looking lips so close- Artyom briefly loses himself, and pushes onto his tiptoes, yanking Pavel's jacket, in order to lock lips with him in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss.

... Before abruptly breaking it, looking shocked at himself, and definitely out of breath. And then he glances warily up at Pavel, looking damn ashamed of himself.

[11:04 PM] Pavel Morozov is staring at him with parted lips, and goes, softly, "Ah," and then swallows, hard.

"... Maybe we should get back down on the ground," he suggests, "that sounds more comfortable than doing this standing up. You-- you could sit on my lap?" He'd like to have this cute guy in his lap, he thinks, suddenly, and licks his lips. "And, uh, you could definitely kiss me again, yeah, chuvak. Distribute the kisses to the people, eh? Share them with the needy--" and he bends down to return the kiss, then giggles, and mumbles, "Seize the means of reproduction?" and palms at Artyom's butt. The means have been seized! Hehehe.

[11:08 PM] Artyom Alexovich breathes a heavy sigh, partly at disappointment in himself, but also because... because Pavel makes him feel so relieved, like things are going to be okay. And... sure they haven't known each other long, but... Artyom already finds himself trusting the man, despite their ideological differences. After all, Pavel could have just left him to the Nazis multiple times now... and he hasn't. He's gone out of his way to help him...

Artyom squeals a bit at having his 'means of reproduction' squeezed, and gives the Red a pouting glare... only to peck his lips needily, before pulling his lips from Pavel's- he needs to look around, blinking through the haze in his eyes. They can't just... right next to the rails, that's not safe, a patrol might come by, or- or something more beastly. "Ah..."

[11:18 PM] Pavel Morozov laughs harder at the reaction, and kisses his friend again, and glances at the rails-- "Yeah, yeah, come on, let's find someplace quiet," he agrees, and-- well, shit, if they're going to be fucking anyway, might as well just hoist the boy closer by his cute butt (Pavel assumes it's cute from how nice it feels in his hand) and up Pavel's body, and he whispers to him, "I'll carry you, don't worry about anything, just hold on, eh? Good thing you're light! Hoooh, can't believe they let an actual paper bag into the rangers! Nevermind being an omega, how'd you swing that one, chuvak?"

[12:25 AM] Artyom Alexovich makes a funny noise as he's hoisted against Pavel, and- and automatically, he clings to the man, arms wrapping around Pavel's neck, legs around his hips, koala-clinging as Pavel carries him and jokes and makes Artyom pout and huff. He'll have you know they let him in and immediately skipped him past the cadet stage by him completing supreme acts of bravery! Like finding and taking D6. So there!!

Artyom groans softly, though, as Pavel carries him... much less from irritation and much more from how nice it feels to have his body pressed against someone else's, when it's so in need like this. The poor boy buries his face in Pavel's shoulder, nuzzling and breathing quickly, his body so warm, his cock so hard, pressed against the man carrying him through their clothes...

[09:27 PM] Pavel Morozov laughs softly, and informs Artyom, "You're fucking cute, fuck, chuvak," and nuzzles him back in between looking for places to slip into, side-tunnels or rooms or matinence hallways... "Ahhh," he says, as he comes to a fork in the tunnel, one way half-blocked with rubble and apparently unused, "this looks likely! Here, look at these spiderwebs, old and dusty but still hanging, no one comes through here-- not even monsters-- it probably doesn't go anyway. Good place to tuck ourselves away for half an hour, eh?" He ducks under the spiderwebs, so it still looks like no one comes through there, holding Artyom in his arms and pressing little kisses to his cheek. Mwah mwah mwah!

[09:31 PM] Artyom Alexovich takes a look when Pavel tells him to- only to crinkle his nose because, [b]ugh[/b], he hates spiderwebs. He hates spiderbugs too, obviously, but the webs are disgusting, the way they're so thin and fine yet so sticky and bothersome... Ugh!

Artyom is distracted by the kisses to his cheeks, which he has to admit are very, very nice. Pavel has such soft lips... And with Artyom's skin tingling with oversensitivity, it feels absolutely lovely. He sighs and even coos softly, nuzzling his face against Pavel's, leaving his own pecks and smooches here and there, still holding tight onto Pavel, cock throbbing in his pants, making him squirm. "Mnhhh."

[09:36 PM] Pavel Morozov is pretty ready to start squirming, too... a few yards down the tunnel, there's a little, miraculously unbroken door, hanging open; the contents of the room behind it were probably looted long, long years ago, but it's empty of dead bodies and out of the way of the main tracks, and Pavel says, happily, "This will do," and carries Artyom inside, and then leans back against the wall and sides down, until he has his cute koala-clinging friend sitting in his lap, right on his hard, eager cock as Pavel starts kissing him enthusiastically, on the lips, pressing his tongue into his mouth.

[09:39 PM] Artyom Alexovich is definitely happy with this position, as Pavel slides down until he's sat with Artyom in his lip. Despite the shame knotted in Artyom's belly at the situation, it all feels so nice, so good, and he grinds his hips down against Pavel's boner, his own rubbing through his pants against the other man's belly. The ranger groans loudly as he returns Pavel's kisses hungrily, desperately, his tongue shoving against Pavel's in need, Artyom panting against Pavel's mouth.

[09:46 PM] Pavel Morozov shudders, and moans, and mumbles words about-- getting this stuff off you, chuvak-- mmm-- and getting his pants open-- and he gropes around, unbuckling belts and unbuttoning pants and unzipping zippers, until his dick meets skin, and he groaningly rubs up against it, even though it's just Artyom's crack, warm and damp with readiness...

[09:49 PM] Artyom Alexovich tries to do his best to help, but it just ends up being confused hands bumping into each other and fumbling around until Artyom just keeps his out of the way and lets Pavel do the work, until the other man's cock is out and the ranger's ass is exposed (fuck, the tunnel air is freezing against the heat of his skin). Feeling the heat and hardness of Pavel's cock against his crack, though, makes Artyom hitch his legs up a bit more around Pavel's waist, grinding his crotch further against the man's belly, and mouthing at Pavel's face as he moans loudly like- well, like an omega in heat. Which is exactly what he is.

[09:57 PM] Pavel Morozov is Pretty Into It, god, he's-- well, damn, he likes this guy, quiet as he is (at least word-wise), and he smells good and feels good and Pavel really, really wants him, which he knows is just because of the heat but-- mmmmnnnghhh, god. "You ready?" he breathes, softly, and nuzzles his friend's cheek, "because my dick is fucking about to jump off my body if I don't get it in you soon, ahhh, fuck, you smell really nice..."

[10:14 PM] Artyom Alexovich whimpers because, honestly, emotionally? He's not really ready, actually, and he'd greatly prefer, you know, to start a relationship with someone first, spend some real time with them, get to know them, fall in love, and then make love with them. Not this desperate... mess.

But, well, there's no helping it. And at least Pavel here is a better option than some. He's charming, at least, and funny, and definitely... rather cute, now that Artyom thinks about it, and looks at that round, handsome face, gosh. Although, in truth, Artyom's not even sure if Pavel is a beta or an alpha... Oh well. There's no helping it. Artyom swallows drylu, and then breathes a shaky sigh, before finally nodding, and nosing at Pavel's face, trying to hold his hips still for just a moment.

[10:19 PM] Pavel Morozov laughs, and noses back, and jokes, "Sorry I couldn't buy you dinner first, comrade. Maybe-- ahhh-- maybe I'll get you something later?" Mwah mwah, mwah, he'll grab his own dick and guide it to Artyom's hole, and kiss him enthusiastically, and-- mmm, god, he's so ready, Artyom feels so ready and so good against the head of his cock, and he whines softly, rolling his hips and pushing the head of his thick, eager dick up into Artyom...

[10:24 PM] Artyom Alexovich appreciates the thought- and this is why Pavel is a better option than some, and Artyom even gives the Red a small smile before their lips are caught in another kiss, the ranger's eyes falling shut as he moans into the kiss. And Artyom is so very ready, his entrance giving off such a warmth, his hole so giving and warm and wet as Pavel finally, finally pushes into him... Artyom breaks the kiss to gasp sharply, and give a shaking moan at the feeling of a cock sliding steadily into him for the first time, shit- "Aaah!" Pavel's thicker than he expected, but it's fine, Artyom's nice and slick and so ready for him, stretching easily to accommodate the other man's dick, and his head falls back, mouth hanging open as Artyom whimpers and moans and pants into the stale, chilly tunnel air. "Ahh!!"

[10:26 PM] Pavel Morozov gasps, because, god, he's so warm and tight-- god-- and he gently presses a hand over his friend's mouth, with a soft shush, before rolling them forward, until Artyom's on his back and Pavel's pressing his pretty omega's legs to his chest, and kissing him enthusiastically as he slowly sinks more cock into him, mmm, so good, his friend feels so good...

[10:32 PM] Artyom Alexovich doesn't mean to raise his voice, really, he just- "Mmh!!" It feels so much more incredible than he'd thought, and he's never felt anything like it before, not even when he's jacked off, this is so very different... He's never even fingered himself before, not even with previous heats, always too shy and ashamed to do anything like that, always just staying in bed and squirming and waiting it out in agony.

He kisses and nuzzles absentmindedly at Pavel's palm before he's pressed down against the floor, where he turns his head, rubbing his warm, pink cheek against the dusty, cold cement floor, his arms falling from Pavel's shoulders as his legs are pushed against his chest, laying splayed about, around his head.

[10:36 PM] Pavel Morozov murmurs praise and affection and cursing to his friend, and-- gosh, that looks nice, he might as well just... mmm... cup his hands over his friend's wrists, pinning them down, and push the rest of the way into him, all at once, filling him to the hilt of his thick cock, with a low, eager noise. "Fuuuck, fuck, you feel good," he mumbles, then asks, "you doing all right? Nod if you're okay, chuvak, don't want to hurt you..."

[10:40 PM] Artyom Alexovich squirms slightly as Pavel pins his wrists to the floor, only to gasp and moan a bit loudly again, feeling Pavel's hips meet the cheeks of his ass as the man fully hilts inside him, oh, God- "Aaahhh..." He squirms more, trying to wriggle his hips, back arching and pressing his chest up against his knees as best he can manage, breathing hard and body so very, very warm, and ass so tight and hot and wet...

At Pavel's question, it takes Artyom a few seconds just to register what was said, but then he nods, gives a little breathless 'phew!', turning his face back up towards the ceiling and Pavel, bottle-green eyes fluttering back open, hazy and unfocused. "Ah..."

[10:06 PM] Pavel Morozov breaks into a soft grin, and kisses that pretty flushed stubbly face, and lets go of one of Artyom's wrists, to slide his hand into the guy's disheveled hair. "Good, good, blin, wouldn't do to hurt you, my friend, only want you to feel good--" mwah mwah mwah mwah!-- and then he starts thrusting, shallowly, his cock rubbing thick and slow inside his pretty friend. "Like you a lot, chuvak, I'll take care of you," he mumbles, reassuringly, and finger-combs Artyom's hair with one hand, pressing kisses to his stubble and his nose and his lips.

[10:11 PM] Artyom Alexovich can't help but smile back, seeing that funny grin on Pavel's face- what a funny, interesting face he has, is his mouth just permanently crooked? It's all lopsided, but so charming, and yet definitely rather cute and handsome, Artyom thinks. Such a pleasant roundness. Maybe this is his heat talking but he definitely likes Pavel's face a lot. He gives low, soft little laughs at the kisses, tipping his head slightly to lean it into the petting in his short hair and against his scalp.

Artyom shivers slightly at the promise that he'll be taken care of, that Pavel likes him, and he gives a low, drawn-out moan, eyes drooped nearly shut as Pavel fucks him so carefully, making the ranger gasp and sigh and coo here and there. He likes Pavel a lot too, he thinks, and tries to catch those smooching lips with his own a couple times, free hand reaching up to grip at Pavel's sleeve. "Mhhh..."

[10:16 PM] Pavel Morozov will definitely, willingly, eagerly kiss Artyom on his pretty plump-lipped mouth as much as he can, cupping his cheek and stroking his fingers over his ear and his thumb over his stubble, and make more reassuringly sweet noises for the guy, making sure every thrust gets its own tender murmur or kiss.

Maybe if he makes this nice enough Artyom would be down for a round two (or eight or twelve) later on, mmm, yeah, he could really go for having sex with this guy again... he feels so wonderfully slick and warm and tight around Pavel's cock-- and Pavel whispers as much to Artyom, that he feels amazing, Pavel hopes Artyom feels even half as good as Pavel does. <3

[10:27 PM] Artyom Alexovich feels AMAZING so yeah, yeah he definitely feels at LEAST half as good as Pavel does, maybe even more because it's such a delightfully relieving feeling to have a cock thrusting gently in his ass, assuaging the frustration of his heat. He eagerly kisses at Pavel's sweet, plump lips, absently sucking or nipping at the bottom one here and there, breathing more heavily through his nose. His eyes have fallen shut again, his toes curled in his boots, his pulse beating hard, and his ass squeezing around Pavel now and then, the ranger gasping and moaning in pleasure and delight against Pavel's lips.

You know, he just might be alright with doing this again with Pavel sometime. But Pavel better get him dinner next time first.

[10:36 PM] Pavel Morozov promises, there'll be dinner next time. It might even not be rat and mushroom stew!

He'd promise anything for more of this, though, and he starts shoving his cock around a little more aggressively, breathing hard and kissing his sweet little omega with eager lips, mumbling affection as he starts dragging his cock further out and pushing it in harder, the thick shaft of it just barely starting to thicken even more at the base, not so much that Pavel can't keep thrusting but enough that Artyom will definitely feel a hot stretch of not-quite-knotted knot tugging and pressing at his entrance.

[10:48 PM] Artyom Alexovich would mumble affection back, but he doesn't have the words for that, so instead he gives Pavel plenty of little moans and groans and whimpers and whines, delighted sighs and gasps as the Red starts to take him harder, and all Artyom can think of is how much more wonderful it feels than he was expecting, the drag of another man's cock in his ass as it pushes and pulls, the friction of the movement and the pressure of being filled...

And filled even more, apparently, and Artyom gasps sharply as he feels the swell at the base of Pavel's cock gradually starting to pop in and out of his hole. He accidentally starts raising his voice again, low voice rising in little pleased cries of delight and pleasure, and- oops! Apparently, Pavel's growing knot pressed and pushed and tugged in just the right way, and Artyom's gone and spunked on himself and made a bit of a mess. "Ahh!!"

[10:52 PM] Pavel Morozov half-gasps little half-laughs, and presses his hand over his sweet little omega's mouth again, kissing the tip of his nose and trying to muffle his own giggles. "Shh, shh!" he manages, eyes crinkling up with delight, and then moves his hand away and kisses Artyom instead, shoving his tongue eagerly into his mouth-- to, uh, muffle him, definite-- and fucking him even harder, knot getting bigger and rougher on Artyom's sweet tight hole as Pavel thrusts.

[10:56 PM] Artyom Alexovich's loud groans, as he comes down from his orgasm, devolve into breathless giggles as well, he can't help it, not when Pavel is giggling right in his face, and the way his eyes crinkle... But then Pavel's tongue dives into Artyom's mouth, and Artyom returns to groaning, his tongue eagerly, hungrily pushing and tangling against Pavel's, the boy breathing hard into Pavel's mouth, the kisses becoming sloppier as Pavel fucks him harder, the knot getting bigger and rougher against his hole, poor Artyom gasping and whining and whimpering- and having a second wind, giving a second, smaller orgasm against his clothes. "Mhh!!"

[11:11 PM] Artyom Alexovich's loud groans, as he comes down from his orgasm, devolve into breathless giggles as well, he can't help it, not when Pavel is giggling right in his face, and the way his eyes crinkle... But then Pavel's tongue dives into Artyom's mouth, and Artyom returns to groaning, his tongue eagerly, hungrily pushing and tangling against Pavel's, the boy breathing hard into Pavel's mouth, the kisses becoming sloppier as Pavel fucks him harder, the knot getting bigger and rougher against his hole, poor Artyom gasping and whining and whimpering- and having a second wind, giving a second, smaller orgasm against his clothes. "Mhh!!"

[11:14 PM] Pavel Morozov can't help but giggle again, hands grabbing at Artyom's sides and hips and their faces pressed together as Pavel thrusts, hard-- mnnn-- fucking shit, this is-- "Fuck," he whines, and buries himself as deep in Artyom as he can get, his knot filling inside his friend and tying them together, Pavel's giggles dissolving into gasps as he starts to cum and cum and cum inside his friend.

[11:18 PM] Artyom Alexovich , with his legs still over Pavel's shoulders, presses his heels down towards Pavel's back, as much as his can, feet flexed and toes curled in his boots. He pretty much squeals as Pavel shoves into him one last time, knot finally swelling up enough that, with the squeezing of Artyom's ass, it remains stuck, tying them together. Which Artyom quickly finds to be very strange and jarring, and yet... oddly pleasing.

And then Pavel's orgasm comes (heehee), flooding Artyom's heated hole with even more warmth, and a thick wetness, liquid heat pumping into him and making the boy shudder and gasp, back arching, fingers curling into fists- "Nnhh!!" Oh, God, what a feeling! He's never even imagined anything like it, and he starts to tremble.

[11:24 PM] Pavel Morozov makes an alarmed little noise at the trembling, and kisses his friend with frantic concern, asking, "You okay? Shh, shh, chuvak-- nnngh-- you'll be fine, ahhh, fuck," and then he loses his thoughts as he rubs his cheek against Artyom's, gasping as he keeps coming inside him... god, it's been way too long, this feels way too good..

[11:31 PM] Artyom Alexovich is going to be okay, yeah, and he gives a couple shaky little nods before Pavel's just rubbing his face against Artyom's, and Artyom nuzzles right back, breathing uneven, hand gripping tight at Pavel's sleeve and legs shaking over Pavel's shoulders. "Ah!... Ah!!" He sighs and coos and whimpers into Pavel's ear, sweat on his brow, and he starts to squirm slightly under the larger man, feeling a little overwhelmed. "Nnnh!"

[11:36 PM] Pavel Morozov's just a beta, he won't keep Artyom tied to him for too long-- in fact, his orgasm is already starting to taper off, spurts of cum turning to mere dribbles-- but it'll be a while yet, pressing his pretty friend to the floor and kissing and nuzzling at him. God, it feels so good, and he'll bet it's a real relief for his fine dude right here, too, to have something to stave off the heat... mmmmnnn. "Suka, you motherfucker, you've worn me all out," he tells Artyom, with a little giggle, and carefully keeps a hold on his hips as he shifts, moving to let Artyom unfold-- maybe he'd like to wrap his legs around Pavel's hips instead of over his shoulders?-- while they're still tied together. "I could take a fucking nap right now, except we'll need to get moving again as soon as we're not all..." Hehehe-- "... tied up."

[11:43 PM] Artyom Alexovich starts to squirm a bit less as Pavel's orgasm tapers off, though the trembling remains. His mind is almost entirely on the feeling of how hot cum feels inside of his ass for the first time, and how... relieving it all is. He no longer feels that burning ache, feeling it cool and slip away, at least for now.

He breathes a sigh of relief as Pavel lets Artyom unfold, because it was actually a little hard to breathe like that, so he takes this opportunity to take a few deep breaths, sighing comfortably, as his legs settle- yes- around Pavel's hips, and his arms find their way up to snake around the man's shoulders, almost koala-clinging again.

"Mmh- ehehe!" Artyom can't help but have a little out-of-breath giggle of his own at the pun, and leans in to bump his forehead against Pavel's. What a goof! And then he relaxes, a smile on his face, which is still fairly pink, but entirely from fluster and effort now, rather than feverish heat.

[11:52 PM] Pavel Morozov grins, and bumps his forehead back, and cheerfully volunteers, "I'll help you get tied up anytime you need the help, though, shit, that was great. You were great, chuvak, ahhh, seriously-- you were so good I just have to kiss you again--" and kiss he does, laughingly.

[11:54 PM] Artyom Alexovich laughs, too, right into Pavel's lips, before he kisses back with a hum. When he pulls back to break the kiss, and let the back of his head rest against the concrete floor, Artyom lets out a low, groaning sigh, a shudder running through him. Fuck... this felt good. Really good. There's still a couple regrets, but... hey, he didn't dislike it as much as he feared. And he might be willing to try again sometime, and he gives Pavel a soft smile.

[11:59 PM] Pavel Morozov smiles back, fondly, and runs his hands up under Artyom's clothes-- "Ahhh, shit, these'll need washing, chuvak, sorry," he mumbles-- and roaming over his skin, knit gloves and calloused fingerips against bare, warm flesh as Pavel makes happy noises and presses little kisses to Artyom's neck and jaw.

[12:02 AM] Artyom Alexovich shivers slightly, and then shrugs with a chuckle- they already had blood and filth on them from the Nazi prison. He'll probably live with having a bit of spunk on him. Maybe he can rub some dirt on it to cover it up. Artyom shivers again suddenly, more than before, as Pavel's rough fingertips explore over the skin of his torso, dangerously close to sensitive territory, and Artyom bites his lip as his back arches slightly. "Mhh..."

[12:08 AM] Pavel Morozov makes a noise like he's encouraged, and roams them farther up under Artyom's clothing, with a murmur of, "Do you like being touched, chuvak? I wouldn't mind doing it some more..." and kissing him some more. Nothing wrong with a little afterplay, while everyone's all knotted together and can't get away, right?

[12:11 AM] Artyom Alexovich gives a soft gasp, and squirms slightly under Pavel's hands- okay, yeah, maybe he does like being touched? But it's a bit odd, mostly because he's never been touched like this before, not even really by himself. Hell, he pretty much never takes off his undershirt unless he's changing it or bathing. Artyom gives a quiet whimper, back arching just a bit more, pushing his chest upwards.

[12:14 AM] Pavel Morozov grins, and looks down at this pretty, pretty guy he's got under him, and whispers, "You look good like this, priyatel." Now, let's see what's making Artyom arch his back so wantonly-- could it be his nipples? Maybe Pavel should rub his thumbs across those, see what happens...

[12:17 AM] Artyom Alexovich looks back up at Pavel, raising an eyebrow- only to be told he looks good, and Artyom's cheeks go pink and his brow furrows and he gets all bashful, making a funny noise in his throat... And then he makes an entirely different funny noise when Pavel's thumbs rub over his nipples, with a sharp gasp, and his chest pushes up further, Artyom's head falling back, and his heels even dig against Pavel's backside, pulling them against each other more tightly.

No that is certainly a reaction.

[12:19 AM] Pavel Morozov makes a desperately pleased noise, and does it again on one side, his other hand moving to shove Artyom's clothing up his chest, until it's bunched up above his nipples. He wants more of that gasping! So he's going to put his mouth on Artyom's nipple and suck and lick at it!

[12:22 AM] Artyom Alexovich gasps and whimpers and squirms as Pavel touches him, his fingers curling tight in Pavel's jacket, oh, God- but then his mind basically gets blown when he feels first the chilly air of the tunnels, followed by the wet warmth of a mouth and tongue against one of his nips. Artyom squeals a bit loudly, legs squeezing tight around Pavel's hips, and he actually takes one of his hands from Pavel's shoulders to bring to his face and bite at his knuckles, eyes shut tight. "Nnnh!!"

[12:25 AM] Pavel Morozov hums softly, and keeps doing it, sucking almost aggressively-- does Artyom like that~?-- and thrusting very, very shallowly inside his friend, caught deep inside him with his knot but still able to rub and shift just a little, a wicked light in his eyes. Artyom came twice just from being fucked... maybe Pavel can get that up to three times, eh~?

[12:30 AM] Artyom Alexovich DOES like that, yes! Gasping and squirming and whimpering and trembling, biting his knuckles to try and keep himself quiet and not doing a terribly good job at that. His other hand moves from Pavel's shoulder to the back of his head, cupping it and pulling, pressing Pavel needily to his chest.

The shifting inside of him just makes it all better, getting shallowly fucked on that thick knot, it makes a shudder rattle through Artyom's thin frame, makes him gasp sharply and dig his heels further against Pavel's backside, makes him whine and moan and make other embarrassing noises of desperate pleasure.

If Pavel keeps it up, he gets exactly what he wants, when Artyom tightens up around him, body jerking, letting out a brief yelp as he spurts another, smaller, splatter of cum on himself, this time on his pale, bare belly. "Ah!!"

[12:34 AM] Pavel Morozov has gotten too distracted to care about being quiet, because he kind of... wants to... go again, and he hasn't even finished his first go, knot still thick inside his friend, and he hums happily, switching to Artyom's other nipple and just keeping going, seeing if he can get his pretty friend up to four-- or five-- just keep him coming and coming-- maybe keep fucking him on his knot, rubbing inside his warm, wet, cum-filled ass...

[12:37 AM] Artyom Alexovich might just give Pavel four or five or more orgasms like this, clearly getting overwhelmed and overstimulated. He clutches at Pavel like a lifeline, squirming and whimpering and wriggling and moaning and occasionally crying out with overwhelmed pleasure. He kinda stops actually cumming, he's not a beta or an alpha, there's only so much useless spunk his body can churn out in a day, but that doesn't mean he stops orgasming, especially not with that knot rubbing and teasing right against his poor, overstimulated prostate.

[12:41 AM] Pavel Morozov wOULD REALLY LIKE TO KEEP GOING AND GOING AND GOING BUT-- mmm-- his knot is finally starting to go down, and they need to get going...

With kisses and praise and so very, very much affection, Pavel tugs Artyom's clothes back over his nipples, and slowly tugs himself free of his friend, and murmurs to him, "Do you think that'll keep your heat at bay for a while?" with a grin. "I mean, if you need some more, chuvak, I'm you're guy..."

[12:48 AM] Artyom Alexovich is all trembles and whimpers as Pavel finally frees himself from Artyom, leaving his nips alone and helpign Artyom cover back up a little. He groans softly, struggling to catch his breath, face red... but he catches the question and, eyes still closed, he nods. He'll keep the offer in mind, but... he definitely doesn't feel the agonizing heat anymore. His body's cooled down, exposed skin feeling cold in the tunnel air, especially his ass, which is damp from both his own sexual fluids as well as Pavel's.

He groans again, shivering as he feels the other man's spunk leak from his hole, and Artyom wriggles slightly, trying to sort of... 'empty out' a bit, so he doesn't leak too much into his pants once he's redressed, and he makes a slightly uncomfortable noise.

[12:50 AM] Pavel Morozov goes, "Ahh, go find a corner to, uh, clear yourself out, chuvak," turning a bit pink in the barely-there light of the mushrooms glowing up the walls, and kisses Artyom on the nose. "I'll go make sure there's no Nazis waiting outside, how does that sound?"

[12:57 AM] Artyom Alexovich makes another little uncomfortable noise, but he nods, and... well, he appreciates the kiss, and smiles a little, and with a few groans he rolls over and drags himself to his feet, shuffling away to find a corner to... clear himself out. Which is a shame, because he actually kinda really likes the feeling of being full of cum. Maybe another day. Maybe he and Pavel can find some time to relax someday, if they stay friends after this (despite the temporary nature of the founding of their so-far-short friendship, Artyom's already finding himself attached, and despite their idealogical differences, he'd like to run into Pavel and spend some time with him again someday, after they part ways...) and do things properly, take their time, relax, enjoy it properly.

Or, maybe Artyom will find someone else, who knows. He's only twenty-one, he has a whole life ahead of him to meet and fall in love with someone. Maybe have a kid? Who knows what the future holds. But right now he doesn't have the time to enjoy this too long, so he does his best to get himself slightly less messy, wiping cum off his ass and clothes, and redressing himself. He feels slightly sticky, but... eh, it's not the worst he's been through. Maybe they'll get to wade through some water- though, in the Metro, he's not sure if that'd make him cleaner or dirtier.

[12:59 AM] Pavel Morozov In the Metro? Almost CERTAINLY dirtier. But probably less sticky, at least! And Pavel waves for Artyom to follow him once he's cleaned up, to continue on their way, escaping the Nazis as friends and companions and musketeers together...

[01:01 AM] Artyom Alexovich has his gun in his hands and a helmet on his head, his clothes and body armor done up properly as if he'd never been half nude a minute ago. He hustles over to Pavel's side, ready to move on, no longer smelling of heat. He pauses for a moment, to give Pavel a wide smile, before they carry on. Clearly nothing will go wrong.